Chapter 535: Chapter 535
Tiamat nodded, but her hand—crackling with barely contained chaotic energy—settled on his shoulder with surprising gentleness. "They’re not going anywhere, and I can wait one more day. Besides, you’ve strengthened yourself too fast during the war without getting time to adjust. The potion made it worse."
She gestured toward the basalt windows, where the sounds of ongoing conflict could be heard echoing through the city’s streets. "Atlantis needs you more. These remains of Asgard are making too much noise for my liking, and it doesn’t seem like our soldiers will get rid of them soon."
Her gaze dropped to his tattered kimono, torn and stained with the ichor of gods and the blood of his own wounds. "And you need a fresh set of clothes and a good bath, too."
She pointed downward, toward the obsidian floor where Adam had been standing. Adam followed her gesture and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Then it struck him. Wherever his feet had touched the ground, molten footprints had been burned into the surface. The impressions glowed with residual chaotic energy, their edges still crackling with power that made the air shimmer.
"What the—" Adam started, then stopped as a familiar chiming sound echoed in his mind.
His interface materialised before his eyes, translucent screens filled with notifications that scrolled past faster than he could read. New authorities, absorbed essences, power gains—the list seemed endless, a cascade of improvements that spoke to just how much divine power he had consumed during his battles.
Instead of trying to process the overwhelming flood of information, Adam focused on the core statistics that defined his current capabilities.
Race: Twilight Draconian Emperor
Talent: EX grade: From gamer to god!
Job: God of Freedom and Vengeance
Class: Titan Slayer-> Ragnarok Bringer
HP: 8,365,000/8,365,000
Vitality: 170→10,000 (+26,500) (+800,000) = 836,500
Strength: 179→10,000 (+31,000) (+800,000) = 841,000
Agility: 185→10,000 (+32,500) (+800,000) = 842,500
Primordial chaotic essence: 94,000→400,000
Adam’s eyes widened as he processed the numbers. The increase from Tiamat’s potion alone was staggering—it had accounted for the massive boost to his physical attributes, plus a significant portion of his essence reserves. No wonder his mere presence was burning footprints into the palace floor.
"This is..." he began, then stopped, lacking words adequate to describe the transformation his body had undergone.
"Overwhelming?" Tiamat suggested, her tone carrying amusement mixed with genuine concern. "You’ve gone from powerful to cosmic-level in the space of a day. Your body needs time to adjust to containing that much raw power."
Garduck whistled low, his green eyes reflecting the chaotic energy that now radiated from Adam’s form. "No wonder you’re melting the floor. You’re practically a walking furnace now."
Adam nodded slowly, accepting the wisdom in Tiamat’s suggestion. As much as he wanted to immediately pursue their remaining enemies, charging into battle while barely in control of his abilities would be foolish.
He reached out and patted Garduck’s uninjured shoulder, careful to moderate his strength to avoid causing further harm. "Get those burns treated properly," he said, his voice carrying genuine warmth. "I’ll need my generals at full strength for what comes next."
"Where is Luna exactly?" Adam asked.
"She’s in the mausoleum," Garduck replied, shifting his weight to favor his unburned side. "Burying Ozymandias—both the pharaoh and helping the construct process what it means to carry his memories. It’s... complicated."
Adam nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation.
But first, there was a more immediate problem to address.
Adam turned his attention to the sounds of battle still echoing through Atlantis’s orichalcum-lined corridors. The remnants of Asgard’s forces—einherjar warriors and minor Norse gods who had survived their pantheon’s fall—were still fighting desperately in the city’s streets.
Adam stepped toward the nearest window, his senses mapping the positions of every enemy within Atlantis’s boundaries. There weren’t many left, but they were causing enough chaos to tie up his forces unnecessarily.
He raised his hand, dark flames beginning to coalesce around his fingers. The flames erupted from his position like a black tide, flowing through the palace corridors and spilling into the city streets beyond. They moved with purpose and intelligence, seeking out every Norse warrior and minor deity that still drew breath within Atlantis’s borders.
The einherjar warriors had barely a moment to recognise their doom before the dark flames engulfed them. Their armor, forged in the fires of Asgard, offered no protection against chaotic fire that burned on levels deeper than the physical. They roared in pain as their flesh dissolved and their blood evaporated, but the sound cut off abruptly as the flames completed their work.
The minor Norse gods lasted slightly longer, their divine nature providing some resistance to the consuming darkness. But they were weakened, cut off from their pantheon’s power by Odin’s death, and the flames that had devoured their All-Father’s essence knew how to unmake divine flesh. Official source ıs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Throughout the city, the dark fire performed its grim work with surgical precision. Not a single ally was touched—the flames flowed around Adam’s soldiers like water around stones, leaving them completely unharmed while their enemies burned to nothing.
In less than a minute, the sounds of battle faded to silence. The remnants of Asgard had been purged from Atlantis, their final desperate stand ending in ash and dissolution.
From his position, he heard his army roar in delight even as flames swirled around them. The flying ship’s speakers went on at full power, Gork’s voice echoing louder than the others. "I’ve told you all! Odin and his warriors aren’t worth a copper coin compared to us!"
Adam lowered his hand, the dark flames dissipating as quickly as they had appeared. The city was secure, his people safe, and the immediate threats neutralised.
Now he could seek out Luna, spend some time with her, and begin preparing for the final phases of their war.
He turned toward the palace exit, his footsteps leaving glowing impressions in the obsidian floor as he made his way toward the mausoleum where his general waited.